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[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[yms1]

CEO of ghosting people when my mental health is messed up

[luniary]

[fairydrowning]

"My darling, you hold so much sadness in your eyes I can almost touch the scars of your soul and cry."

– Alexandra Vasiliu

[ritikajyala]

"Do you still love him?" I know the answer.

"I did, once. I don't know, memory is a faulty thing and the past moves in circles. I don't think about some things for months, only to obsess over them for a week. Also, I don't think I know him now. I did once, and I loved him, loved who he was and who he could be. But I know he's a different person now, I am too."

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

(read full excerpt here)

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[adiore]

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[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[bakwaaas]

I think you carry the people you’ve loved with you forever, not in a ‘you can never get over them’ way but more like loving them changed you and it meant something and you have to make peace with that

[cottageaesthetic]

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

[literaturecravings]

—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

[owlmylove]

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

[evadethevoid]

“I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.”

— Annelyse Gelman, from “The Pillowcase” in Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone

[mango-season]

Trista Mateer, "Baggage", from Honeybee

[ligeia-of-the-rhine]

““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous.

[linkinmoon]

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar